An Impromptu Encounter

Last night I came over to your house and spent
the night. You did not request my presence, nor did I solicit
any sort of invitation. Despite your standoffish demeanor, I
welcomed the introduction of the interpersonal lubrication that
would ease you through this uncouth meeting. We drank innumerable
beers as we lay entwined in your disheveled bed. I found some
iced tea and furtively added a generous dose of the liquor I had
been concealing in my purse. I gently introduced this slippery
supplement, my adulterous intentions entirely flagrant. With
your knowledge and consent of no consequence, we drank more, both
of us now entirely devoid of response and numb to sensation. My
drink disappeared abruptly, much to my dismay. I gradually became
conscious of the fact that I had been spilling it all over your
sheets for some time now. Somehow you didn't notice.